I was surprised when a member of staff came in and asked us if we wanted any ice (presumably for the red wine - can you tell I don't drink?) We responded with a hearty "yes please".
"In a bucket" he asked.
"Sure, a bucket would be great"
10 minutes later he turned up with the ice, not in aforementioned bucket but in a bin liner. It was actually half full too - he could barely lift it up the stairs. What the hell was he thinking? What did he think we wanted it for? A hit and run on Iceland?
We dragged it outside the dressing room - we didn't actually have a requirement for ice at all. After the show it took us a minute to figure out why the stairs were soaking wet.
J